Twin II The Saga Begins

Well, Twin II, that would be David, is feeling left out and neglected, so this blog will focus on David and me. We have two older brothers. That is enough on them. My Mom and Dad decided they wanted a little girl. Great, but wait so where does David come into the picture? I've always asked myself the same thing. Mom gets pregnant and during that time in the 1950's there weren't the sophisticated tests to indicate twins or sex of the baby. My Mom grew huge during the pregnancy. The doctor said he only heard one heart beat so it had to be just one baby. My Great-Grandmother is the only one to call the pregnancy correct. She conducted the very scientific "pencil over the belly" test and concluded that the pregnancy was twins. No one believed her. So one night in early May of 1958 my Mom informed my Dad that she thought it was time for the baby. That would be me. She had my two older brothers at the hospital in Oakland, Maryland so that is where they headed after picking up my Grandmother. Well, outside of Aurora my Mom told my Dad the baby was coming. He pulled over and my Grandmother delivered me. This would be a nice end to the story but no, my life has and never will be easy. So, I'm wrapped up in a blanket thinking this will be great. The only girl with two older brothers, when my Mom says something is wrong. I feel something. My Grandmother tried to reassure her that everything was fine and that they would be at the hospital soon. She said no something is wrong, so on the Ben DeWitt Road in Maryland my Dad pulled the car off the road again. Guess who shows up? You guessed it, David. Not only did he show up, but he wasn't planned. My parents didn't need another boy. They had two. They needed me. Then in typical David fashion, he becomes the center of attention because my Grandmother thinks he isn't breathing. He is breathing. He is just holding his breathe. I had just spent nine months with him in close quarters. Nobody knows David better than me. So throw Debra on the backseat and cuddle poor little David, who conveniently started crying outside the hospital. This is just great. My Dad runs in the hospital and tells the ER folks that his wife is out in the car having babies, like we belong to a litter or something. The nurses run out and get us all into the hospital but decide that David and I are contaminated because we were born in car. We aren't allowed in the nursery with the other babies, so I'm stuck in some room with David, by myself. I've already spent nine months alone with him. He is annoying. He is whiny. All he does is cry and hold is breathe. Then my Dad has to try and explain to the hospital that we were born in two different states. Unbelievable, I should have known at this point what my life was going to be like. To make me feel better, through out my life my Mom tried to convince me that David was a gift from God. That they (Mom and Dad), were worried that I would be lonely because my brothers were older and I would have no one to play with as a child, so God gave me David as a playmate. What ever happened to just getting a kid a dog?